Page 14 of A Stealthy Situation
“You know what we haven’t done in about a year?” Sandman asks. “Jell-O wrestling. I miss that.”
“You just miss seeing the chicks wrestle.”
“Always so cynical. Sure, that part is cool, but it’s just … fun.”
I can’t disagree. Throwing each other around and having an excuse to play fight is a good time. Who knows, maybe I could get Harrison in on it? He’d probably kick my ass, considering he’s bigger than me, but I wouldn’t say no to feeling all that rubbing up against me.
There’s a part of my brain that wishes I didn’t bother with the whole frat party cover-up and had just asked to go to his house tonight to get it over with, but unlike some of my friends, I actually like the buildup. The anticipation makes good sex so much better, and if Harrison’s confidence was anything to go by, I can trust the sex to be good. Maybe better than good. Though, when it comes to having my dick sucked, I’m not exactly picky on technique.
I drain Em’s water and refill the glass, then raid the fridge for some fruit and the pantry for potato chips. I have no idea if he’s eaten today, but if he hasn’t left the room, there’s a good chance that’s a no.
I’m not much of a cook beyond pasta, so he’ll have to deal with this until dinnertime.
“What time Saturday?” I check.
“Probably open up at nine,” Big Wally suggests.
“Okay, laters.” I nod their way before disappearing back to my room.
Em’s face lights up when he spots what I’m carrying. I hold up the apple, and he barely catches it before it hits his face.
“Should have told me you didn’t eat yet,” I grumble.
“I wasn’t hungry until I saw the food. Besides, I slept most of the day.”
I dump the rest of the food on my bed and then grab my bag and pull out my desk chair. “Statistics sucks, by the way. I have no clue how you follow that class.”
“And I have no clue how your whole dream revolves around writing for a living. Look at that, we are different.”
I purse my lips, not wanting to bring up the future and next plans while he’s sick. Technically, he already has a lot of course credits … maybe he could enroll at Franklin? Just because we’re twins, it wouldn’t mean they’d automatically assume we’ve been cheating this whole time. Hell, they probably wouldn’t be able to prove it if we continued. Unless they figured out the scar thing.
Considering no one other than our family ever has, I’m confident.
“So …”
Emmett’s grunt cuts me off. “No. No school talk. Sore head. Talk later.”
Talk later. Sure. Those two words are his go-to these days.
5
HARRISON
Is risotto the greatest food ever? Or the greatest food ever?
First, they’re cheap. Second, they’re easy to cook. And third, they’re versatile, so I can make them as fancy or plain as I like.
Felix stumbles inside from a long day at the veterinary clinic and collapses into the chair next to Marshall. His head drops onto my best friend’s shoulder, and Marshall immediately wraps his arm around him.
I love how happy they are together. I’d been worried when they first showed interest because they’re both friends of mine and total opposites, but I’ve never been so happy to have been proven wrong.
“Hard day?” I ask.
Fe peeks up at me. “Pup we couldn’t do anything for. It sucks.”
“Damn, I’m sorry.”
“I’ll desensitize to it. Eventually.”
